Illusion • Words, Wire & Wood

by Steve Hale

little matchbox car in a tiny handit’ll be all right she whispers to himbut the lie is sensed by reflecting white eyesstill drunk with sleep... and...on a blacktop road in a sea of sandhe sees her lips move and takes her handshe keeps repeating 3 little wordsit’ll be all rightyou might see it fall away

he drives alone with no Northern starthe edges of sleep pull his matchbox cardelirious heat tempers the soundof a scream never endingyou might feel it burn awayyou can turn and walk awaybut you’ll be back again one daybecause a heart’s like a wheela heart’s like a wheel

running on running throughwhat was old now is newturning back, going onwhat’s not here can’t be gonecan you live with what you’ve doneor will you hide behind a veil of secrets...

you might see it fall awayyou can’t turn and walk awaybecause tomorrow is today

my heart’s like a wheelturning insidespinning my headinto a ragged silk lieI can’t close my eyesbut i can’t stay awakeand there’s so many circlesI keep losing my wayand the whisper that chills meis burning my eyescause it echoes familiar3 little words that cut up my lifeit’ll be all rightyou must believeit’ll be all rightjust get back on the wheel...